Lion Head Mesa iceplant

tomorrow.

everything was about to change; in her chest a flutter of moth's wings.

yes, miss. thank you. a dip of her head. nazli would go back to work preparing and try not to think too much upon the future. it was so sudden. she did not know what to expect, or to think, and was not sure if she felt excitement or fear - perhaps, both.

turning, she slipped away from makono's presence, back to her duties.